What a great tale mate. Keep ?m comin`!! You should put it all down in a book.
Thank you:
Tell that to my English Teacher, whom I revere. She constantly failed me in English because I refused to respond to Shakespeare or boring books like: Dickson's Great Expectations. I read a lot through Encyclopedias, Fantasy, Si-Fi (Asmonoff), Lord of the Rings, the Matrix, Lord Dunsany , Carlos Castaneda ..etc in the 60's, Columbia Desk, Popular Science, Mechanics and Atlases but she DID teach me how to write all though our views where completely opposite - She had the power to grade.
As a matter of fact she never signed my Grade 13 High School Graduation Certificate or would admit that I was viable English Student.
No matter how much that woman nagged me, I hold her in respect and love her. I just didn't agree with the Canadian Academic English course she was teaching at the time.
I spent more time in the back room argumentative with her then any other English student and neither of us would back down. In the long run I had too adjust to get outta Hi-School as my way ward path was corrective or prioritize to suffice the STD Agenda in her opinion ;o)
I dare anyone to read Dickson's Great Expectations without falling a sleep from 1500 pages of repetitive classic stanza style paragraphs of board-um of a great story that could have been written in under 200 pages which brings us back to the fuel that keeps the fire burning.
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Whenever I'm fortunate to come across one of the perpetrators of the crime they always blame me for suggesting such an outrageous stunt on a New Years Eve and we can laugh about taking a Mini up a mountain on Moonshine. I know for sure it wasn't the act as it was memorable but the 3 day hangover was a beggar.
As a matter of fact the locals, whom I do not know today, name that Ski Hill "Moonshine"..
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Seems to me I was always surrounded by women in English class. When students had their (Her) copy of Great Expectations open I was reading Dunsany's King of Elfland's Daughter. Then I would get kick on my chair and slipped a taboo copy of the book to girl behind me.
You don't want to hear the story on how them Girls in English Class tortured me in Hi-School. Especially when they where on their period. Jocks envied me - Hah! It was a nightmare. Not that I didn't love every one of them. Out of a class of 40 there was 4 guy's Vs 36 girls in Academic English.?
OK you asked for it. Here goes:
All you need is 4 girls on their period all around you. That is in front, beside and behind you. Slipping and sliding on maxi's. The odor is over powering. You sink into your seat and the last thing you need is a hard on.
So I get up and rush out of the class with one straight leg and Miss Fliss, our English Teacher, screaming "How dare you leave my class Ron. Report to the Principle's Office". All the girls are grinning and chuckling when all I want to do is find the nearest washroom were I can cool it with cold water and take a few deep breaths.
I say it was a conspiracy.
Other then that story is fuel for thought, or not, it is a torturous tale of destruction and Miss Fliss never admitted to not appreciating my stories ;o)